<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529</id><updated>2011-12-01T13:39:42.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B's Illustrated Guide to November Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>i love comments...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-7552168160426866029</id><published>2008-03-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:04:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1: intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;B: “When I look into your eyes, I can see the love restrained.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: “What the f*** does that mean?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: “Well, uh, I was just trying to be romantic.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: “Romantic? I just asked if you wanted a gift receipt or not.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: “No thanks.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl: “Then please get out of the Barnes n’ Noble.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that line didn’t work on the girl at the Barnes n’ Noble, but it did work for the guys in the Guns n’ Roses back in 1992, as the lengthy, artsy video for the song “November Rain” received almost non-stop play on MTV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(insert “Back in my day MTV actually played music videos!” joke here) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with “Don’t Cry” and “Estranged,” the video is unofficially part of a trilogy of weird, expensive, pretentious videos from the band. At the time they were awesome. In hindsight they are still awesome, but kind of in the real way and kind of in the fake way. Also in hindsight they represent the end of pure rock n’ roll in the public consciousness, but that last comment is as pretentious as a rock star swimming with dolphins, so it’s probably best ignored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me won’t you, as I take you on an illustrated journey through one of the best known music videos of all time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N-0nuPOI/AAAAAAAACEc/-usL8a07lUw/s1600-h/GNR001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440238544469218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N-0nuPOI/AAAAAAAACEc/-usL8a07lUw/s400/GNR001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-7552168160426866029?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/7552168160426866029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=7552168160426866029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/7552168160426866029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/7552168160426866029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-1-intro.html' title='Part 1: intro'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N-0nuPOI/AAAAAAAACEc/-usL8a07lUw/s72-c/GNR001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-8426863584630185200</id><published>2008-03-05T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:03:38.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: axl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before we get into the specifics of November Rain, let’s meet the players. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Axl Rose. Many years ago he arrived in L.A. a naïve young hayseed with a fondness for wheat stalks and eye make-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1EnuPLI/AAAAAAAACEE/T2lewt43Poc/s1600-h/GNR002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440071040744626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1EnuPLI/AAAAAAAACEE/T2lewt43Poc/s400/GNR002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was quickly corrupted by the city, or “jungle,” where sin and temptation were around every corner. For example, look at this steamy billboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1UnuPMI/AAAAAAAACEM/VWk7aOQ0oYY/s1600-h/GNR003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440075335711938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1UnuPMI/AAAAAAAACEM/VWk7aOQ0oYY/s400/GNR003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, that billboard alone could turn any innocent youngster from this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1UnuPNI/AAAAAAAACEU/5y0gPGhAo14/s1600-h/GNR004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174440075335711954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1UnuPNI/AAAAAAAACEU/5y0gPGhAo14/s400/GNR004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NmEnuPFI/AAAAAAAACDU/bPdIdsz8dtM/s1600-h/GNR005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439813342706770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NmEnuPFI/AAAAAAAACDU/bPdIdsz8dtM/s400/GNR005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Axl has been accused of being homophobic, but I just don’t see how that’s possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NmUnuPGI/AAAAAAAACDc/MilHNIGi9Yw/s1600-h/GNR006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439817637674082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NmUnuPGI/AAAAAAAACDc/MilHNIGi9Yw/s400/GNR006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He’s the singer in the band, but sometimes he prefers to whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NmknuPHI/AAAAAAAACDk/EPDcOQC4cec/s1600-h/GNR007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439821932641394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NmknuPHI/AAAAAAAACDk/EPDcOQC4cec/s400/GNR007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He’s terribly afraid of being hit by a foul ball, so he always wears a chest protector on stage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Nm0nuPII/AAAAAAAACDs/POB0OH8-6U8/s1600-h/GNR008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439826227608706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Nm0nuPII/AAAAAAAACDs/POB0OH8-6U8/s400/GNR008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NnEnuPJI/AAAAAAAACD0/-0_kBMd93sM/s1600-h/GNR009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By 1988 Axl’s persona couldn’t have been further from that hick that stepped off the bus. Look at him. The quintessential rock star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZUnuPAI/AAAAAAAACCs/hEiywEKpDCk/s1600-h/GNR010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439594299374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZUnuPAI/AAAAAAAACCs/hEiywEKpDCk/s400/GNR010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Mick and Keith rolled into one. Like a less effeminate Robert Plant. Like a more dangerous Steven Tyler.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439598594341906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZknuPBI/AAAAAAAACC0/IPWWfl8rUpc/s400/GNR011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep, he was one cool guy. A totally….authentic…  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZknuPCI/AAAAAAAACC8/umenWztl0qA/s1600-h/GNR012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439598594341922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZknuPCI/AAAAAAAACC8/umenWztl0qA/s400/GNR012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rocker... and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZ0nuPDI/AAAAAAAACDE/DwVVxkYE1G0/s1600-h/GNR013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439602889309234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NZ0nuPDI/AAAAAAAACDE/DwVVxkYE1G0/s400/GNR013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the hell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NaEnuPEI/AAAAAAAACDM/GjLXCQUJMfY/s1600-h/GNR014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439607184276546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89NaEnuPEI/AAAAAAAACDM/GjLXCQUJMfY/s400/GNR014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so his coolness didn’t even last as long as the George Bush administration. Around the release of the multi-platinum albums Use Your Illusion I and II he turned from bad-ass rocker to pompous douche bag. This is also around the same time he started dating Victoria’s Secret model Stephanie Seymour, the second character in our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-8426863584630185200?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/8426863584630185200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=8426863584630185200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/8426863584630185200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/8426863584630185200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-2-axl.html' title='Part 2: axl'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89N1EnuPLI/AAAAAAAACEE/T2lewt43Poc/s72-c/GNR002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-6247285741743202848</id><published>2008-03-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:03:10.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3: stephanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89MMUnuO-I/AAAAAAAACCc/Ti5xVyfRYjQ/s1600-h/GNR015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174438271449447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89MMUnuO-I/AAAAAAAACCc/Ti5xVyfRYjQ/s400/GNR015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So pretty. You know, I should really use a better picture of her. Hang on just a second while I do a google image search. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*doop-de-do* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*doop-de-doop-de-do* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool, sixteen more pages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What? No, what were talking about? Oh right! Here you go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89MMknuO_I/AAAAAAAACCk/DNaqi6r47A8/s1600-h/GNR016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174438275744414706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89MMknuO_I/AAAAAAAACCk/DNaqi6r47A8/s400/GNR016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face is very symmetrical. This is important for models. It’s also important for our story. More on that later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although she made a name for herself as a supermodel she’s probably best known as an adult acne survivor. She appeared in infomercials for The Proactiv Solution but she is no longer mentioned on the website. I wonder what the story is there? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may have seemed like Axl and Stephanie had a stable relationship, what with all the cemetery picnics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LVknuO2I/AAAAAAAACBc/Xi_F4OsA3a4/s1600-h/GNR017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174437330851609442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LVknuO2I/AAAAAAAACBc/Xi_F4OsA3a4/s400/GNR017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But sometimes they’d get into fights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LWEnuO3I/AAAAAAAACBk/oxmkij_j0lg/s1600-h/GNR018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174437339441544050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LWEnuO3I/AAAAAAAACBk/oxmkij_j0lg/s400/GNR018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don’t even think of giving that blonde tramp at the bar free piano lessons.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LWUnuO4I/AAAAAAAACBs/Z6fwK7lwQ_Y/s1600-h/GNR019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174437343736511362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LWUnuO4I/AAAAAAAACBs/Z6fwK7lwQ_Y/s400/GNR019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'cause that makes Stephanie really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LW0nuO5I/AAAAAAAACB0/4OPdmDNIo8o/s1600-h/GNR020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174437352326445970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LW0nuO5I/AAAAAAAACB0/4OPdmDNIo8o/s400/GNR020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then Slash gets frightened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LW0nuO6I/AAAAAAAACB8/x38pDFwipqY/s1600-h/GNR021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174437352326445986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89LW0nuO6I/AAAAAAAACB8/x38pDFwipqY/s400/GNR021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-6247285741743202848?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/6247285741743202848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=6247285741743202848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/6247285741743202848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/6247285741743202848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-3-stephanie.html' title='Part 3: stephanie'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89MMUnuO-I/AAAAAAAACCc/Ti5xVyfRYjQ/s72-c/GNR015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-5317807789308833730</id><published>2008-03-05T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:02:53.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4: slash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Slash. The greatest guitarist of all time. Well maybe not all time, but definitely the greatest guitarist of the late ‘80s/early ‘90s. One of the greatest. Look, he was a competent axeman, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhEnuOxI/AAAAAAAACA0/jcBgDIv2KoQ/s1600-h/GNR022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174436428908477202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhEnuOxI/AAAAAAAACA0/jcBgDIv2KoQ/s400/GNR022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes he prefers the company of a boa constrictor –  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhEnuOyI/AAAAAAAACA8/04Y60-APbTg/s1600-h/GNR023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174436428908477218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhEnuOyI/AAAAAAAACA8/04Y60-APbTg/s400/GNR023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; -to the company of a good woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhUnuOzI/AAAAAAAACBE/5Q3AJXCc-Fs/s1600-h/GNR024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174436433203444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhUnuOzI/AAAAAAAACBE/5Q3AJXCc-Fs/s400/GNR024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When his girlfriend gets mad at him-  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhknuO0I/AAAAAAAACBM/PctJSmEsArE/s1600-h/GNR025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174436437498411842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhknuO0I/AAAAAAAACBM/PctJSmEsArE/s400/GNR025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-his solution is to drive the car off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Kh0nuO1I/AAAAAAAACBU/Bq6DqgZ2Iq8/s1600-h/GNR026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174436441793379154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Kh0nuO1I/AAAAAAAACBU/Bq6DqgZ2Iq8/s400/GNR026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-5317807789308833730?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/5317807789308833730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=5317807789308833730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/5317807789308833730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/5317807789308833730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-4-slash.html' title='Part 4: slash'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KhEnuOxI/AAAAAAAACA0/jcBgDIv2KoQ/s72-c/GNR022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-6458889498127906404</id><published>2008-03-05T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:02:27.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5: bass player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh, there's also a Bass Player in the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KBknuOvI/AAAAAAAACAk/Brz22QtYSls/s1600-h/GNR027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174435887742597874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KBknuOvI/AAAAAAAACAk/Brz22QtYSls/s400/GNR027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But no one cares about Bass Player. In fact he’s so unimportant he has to carry his own room service tray, even in the fancy hotels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174435892037565186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KB0nuOwI/AAAAAAAACAs/LqCCMfMJnEM/s400/GNR028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes the ladies giggle.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89J50nuOuI/AAAAAAAACAc/d-Wc5zRdydI/s1600-h/GNR029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174435754598611682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89J50nuOuI/AAAAAAAACAc/d-Wc5zRdydI/s400/GNR029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-6458889498127906404?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/6458889498127906404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=6458889498127906404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/6458889498127906404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/6458889498127906404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-5-bass-player.html' title='Part 5: bass player'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89KBknuOvI/AAAAAAAACAk/Brz22QtYSls/s72-c/GNR027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-8679373123574213949</id><published>2008-03-05T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:02:00.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6: november rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I think the introduction is more than sufficient. On to “November Rain.” As I recall, the video made its debut on Fox late on a Friday night. Maybe it was after Arsenio Hall. The next day at my little league game everyone was talking about it. I pretended to have seen it but I actually didn’t, as I always liked to get a good night’s sleep before a big game (it’s what good athletes do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song clocks in at almost nine minutes. Kind of like “Freebird.” I think people should start yelling out “November Rain!” at concerts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We start in Axl’s bedroom. He takes some pills and then goes to bed. At first he felt his room wasn’t creepy enough so he had them install a giant blue spotlight outside the window. I think that might be the reason for his bad dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89IHUnuOsI/AAAAAAAACAM/NkIVCEh40dg/s1600-h/GNR030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174433787503590082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89IHUnuOsI/AAAAAAAACAM/NkIVCEh40dg/s400/GNR030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut to a Guns n’ Roses concert at Carnegie Hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174434698036656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89I8UnuOtI/AAAAAAAACAU/wBDj20m3kVo/s400/GNR031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This video has a non-linear timeline and this concert takes place after the events depicted in the rest of the video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conductor of the accompanying orchestra decided to go with a traditional tux w/ tails, cummerbund, and moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Dn0nuOrI/AAAAAAAACAE/iJTbOX3gbGk/s1600-h/GNR032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428848291199666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Dn0nuOrI/AAAAAAAACAE/iJTbOX3gbGk/s400/GNR032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Axl decided to go with a Sergeant Pepper jacket and matching bandana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89DCEnuOqI/AAAAAAAAB_8/wNEHbSWIx6A/s1600-h/GNR033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174428199751137954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89DCEnuOqI/AAAAAAAAB_8/wNEHbSWIx6A/s400/GNR033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently at some point in his career he switched his affiliation from the crips to the bloods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we go back in time to when Axl was learning to play the piano. He practiced in an old church in the middle of nowhere because the acoustics were incredible, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89CzUnuOpI/AAAAAAAAB_0/wgIyzIAMeTE/s1600-h/GNR034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427946348067474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89CzUnuOpI/AAAAAAAAB_0/wgIyzIAMeTE/s400/GNR034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Cu0nuOoI/AAAAAAAAB_s/MDDDcd-YZuE/s1600-h/GNR035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427869038656130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89Cu0nuOoI/AAAAAAAAB_s/MDDDcd-YZuE/s400/GNR035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every once in a while he’d play outside. Look at those storm clouds on the horizon. Remember the name of the song? “November Rain.” Storm clouds usually mean rain. That’s called “foreshadowing” (it’s what good writers do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89CcEnuOnI/AAAAAAAAB_k/eGDmSL2mgEA/s1600-h/GNR036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427546916108914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89CcEnuOnI/AAAAAAAAB_k/eGDmSL2mgEA/s400/GNR036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-8679373123574213949?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/8679373123574213949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=8679373123574213949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/8679373123574213949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/8679373123574213949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-6-november-rain.html' title='Part 6: november rain'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R89IHUnuOsI/AAAAAAAACAM/NkIVCEh40dg/s72-c/GNR030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-1350556859113584461</id><published>2008-03-05T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:00:56.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7: the wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey look, someone is getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8881UnuOmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/cto8JFDQBc0/s1600-h/GNR037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174421383638039138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8881UnuOmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/cto8JFDQBc0/s400/GNR037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888pknuOlI/AAAAAAAAB_U/7knD12LRAAc/s1600-h/GNR038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174421181774576210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888pknuOlI/AAAAAAAAB_U/7knD12LRAAc/s400/GNR038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well doesn’t she look sweet in her dress and HOLY CRAP GET A LOAD OF THOSE GAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888eUnuOkI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Xr_borRJbVY/s1600-h/GNR039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420988501047874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888eUnuOkI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Xr_borRJbVY/s400/GNR039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hotchuma hotchuma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh oh, I sense some trepidation in Stephanie’s expression. Is it possible she’s having some regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888Z0nuOjI/AAAAAAAAB_E/_nAJrLO-eiY/s1600-h/GNR040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420911191636530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888Z0nuOjI/AAAAAAAAB_E/_nAJrLO-eiY/s400/GNR040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axl sings the lyrics “Love is always coming love is always going.” More foreshadowing, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888SUnuOiI/AAAAAAAAB-8/BJQl79y6sW4/s1600-h/GNR041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420782342617634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888SUnuOiI/AAAAAAAAB-8/BJQl79y6sW4/s400/GNR041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want to just punch Axl's smug face as hard as you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888KUnuOhI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lDfgKfS-rzA/s1600-h/GNR042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420644903664146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888KUnuOhI/AAAAAAAAB-0/lDfgKfS-rzA/s400/GNR042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flashback within a flashback? That’s what I call artsy! I believe this is the engagement party. Look how happy everybody is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888DEnuOgI/AAAAAAAAB-s/AXUxtkcw6dM/s1600-h/GNR043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420520349612546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R888DEnuOgI/AAAAAAAAB-s/AXUxtkcw6dM/s400/GNR043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887_UnuOfI/AAAAAAAAB-k/gpPUOPDdAE8/s1600-h/GNR044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420455925103090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887_UnuOfI/AAAAAAAAB-k/gpPUOPDdAE8/s400/GNR044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps Slash’s smile hides his true pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, Slash (the best man) forgot the ring. A simple act of drug-induced forgetfulness, or an act of passive aggression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8875knuOeI/AAAAAAAAB-c/n1ql0biLvqc/s1600-h/GNR045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420357140855266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8875knuOeI/AAAAAAAAB-c/n1ql0biLvqc/s400/GNR045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Bass Player (the better man) has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887z0nuOdI/AAAAAAAAB-U/9p7WsY8B_So/s1600-h/GNR046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420258356607442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887z0nuOdI/AAAAAAAAB-U/9p7WsY8B_So/s400/GNR046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Tom Cruise, Axl tries to promote his religion whenever possible. That pinky ring shows that he has pledged his loyalty to the Dark Lord &lt;a href="http://www.golden-knots.com/dragoncon/sauron.jpg"&gt;Sauron.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887uknuOcI/AAAAAAAAB-M/OiAPjJr0a5c/s1600-h/GNR047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420168162294210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887uknuOcI/AAAAAAAAB-M/OiAPjJr0a5c/s400/GNR047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash leaves the ceremony early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887q0nuObI/AAAAAAAAB-E/lOD_nTaqW3Y/s1600-h/GNR048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174420103737784754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R887q0nuObI/AAAAAAAAB-E/lOD_nTaqW3Y/s400/GNR048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-1350556859113584461?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/1350556859113584461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=1350556859113584461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/1350556859113584461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/1350556859113584461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-7-wedding.html' title='Part 7: the wedding'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8881UnuOmI/AAAAAAAAB_c/cto8JFDQBc0/s72-c/GNR037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-510525627385852574</id><published>2008-03-05T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:58:02.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 8: a note about Slash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Slash's reasons for leaving are twofold. One, he is in love with Stephanie. Two, every once in a while a great guitarist has to take a break to bust out an awesome guitar solo. It’s just an urge they have, not unlike a smoker’s urge to smoke or a non-smoker’s urge to pee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886WEnuOaI/AAAAAAAAB98/QNwYC2Wulx8/s1600-h/GNR049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174418647743871394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886WEnuOaI/AAAAAAAAB98/QNwYC2Wulx8/s400/GNR049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some other documented incidents of Slash taking an awesome solo break.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886OknuOZI/AAAAAAAAB90/1YANfo7WcE4/s1600-h/GNR050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174418518894852498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886OknuOZI/AAAAAAAAB90/1YANfo7WcE4/s400/GNR050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886JUnuOYI/AAAAAAAAB9s/U-tmLjbocAY/s1600-h/GNR051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174418428700539266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886JUnuOYI/AAAAAAAAB9s/U-tmLjbocAY/s400/GNR051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he’s done with a solo he just tosses the guitar aside like a cigarette butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886EUnuOXI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Z3clrisghSk/s1600-h/GNR052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174418342801193330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886EUnuOXI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Z3clrisghSk/s400/GNR052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get back to November Rain and enjoy that solo a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8853knuOWI/AAAAAAAAB9c/zXHpbEe-Ibc/s1600-h/GNR053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174418123757861218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R8853knuOWI/AAAAAAAAB9c/zXHpbEe-Ibc/s400/GNR053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885t0nuOVI/AAAAAAAAB9U/xLDmArG6MD4/s1600-h/GNR054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174417956254136658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885t0nuOVI/AAAAAAAAB9U/xLDmArG6MD4/s400/GNR054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony we see another look of regret from Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885oknuOUI/AAAAAAAAB9M/5paqnZ9bkGo/s1600-h/GNR055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174417866059823426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885oknuOUI/AAAAAAAAB9M/5paqnZ9bkGo/s400/GNR055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gazes back into the church wondering, “Where’s Slash?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885gEnuOSI/AAAAAAAAB88/jNwrslIzgec/s1600-h/GNR056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174417720030935330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885gEnuOSI/AAAAAAAAB88/jNwrslIzgec/s400/GNR056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he could express himself with words as well as he can express himself with notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885ZknuORI/AAAAAAAAB80/CBNrfSCJFXs/s1600-h/GNR057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174417608361785618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R885ZknuORI/AAAAAAAAB80/CBNrfSCJFXs/s400/GNR057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-510525627385852574?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/510525627385852574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=510525627385852574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/510525627385852574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/510525627385852574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-8-note-about-slash.html' title='Part 8: a note about Slash'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R886WEnuOaI/AAAAAAAAB98/QNwYC2Wulx8/s72-c/GNR049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-3249195967775486610</id><published>2008-03-05T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:57:00.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 9: the reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The reception. Stephanie went with a sexy black dress, Axl went with something he borrowed from the Liberace estate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xlEnuOQI/AAAAAAAAB8s/0R__AWLb7Lg/s1600-h/GNR058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174409009837259010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xlEnuOQI/AAAAAAAAB8s/0R__AWLb7Lg/s400/GNR058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like MTV veejay and host of Headbanger’s Ball Rikki Rachtman was invited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xeEnuOPI/AAAAAAAAB8k/bq58damMBE8/s1600-h/GNR059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174408889578174706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xeEnuOPI/AAAAAAAAB8k/bq58damMBE8/s400/GNR059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a blatant conflict of interest. I for one don’t think that MTV’s journalists should co-mingle with the artists that they cover. I’ve written to MTV several times about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slash toasts reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xa0nuOOI/AAAAAAAAB8c/1Gq3MYyZqLw/s1600-h/GNR060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174408833743599842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xa0nuOOI/AAAAAAAAB8c/1Gq3MYyZqLw/s400/GNR060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bass Player toasts with glove, because he's a germaphobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wwknuONI/AAAAAAAAB8U/3QE51fkvPjQ/s1600-h/GNR061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174408107894126802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wwknuONI/AAAAAAAAB8U/3QE51fkvPjQ/s400/GNR061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems fine. The world’s most ridiculous wedding band plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wrUnuOMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/OCyd33iDmh4/s1600-h/GNR063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174408017699813570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wrUnuOMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/OCyd33iDmh4/s400/GNR063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wnEnuOLI/AAAAAAAAB8E/8El5sUz-VrA/s1600-h/GNR064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174407944685369522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wnEnuOLI/AAAAAAAAB8E/8El5sUz-VrA/s400/GNR064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old people dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88waknuOKI/AAAAAAAAB78/QX9Z4JcqySM/s1600-h/GNR065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174407729937004706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88waknuOKI/AAAAAAAAB78/QX9Z4JcqySM/s400/GNR065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Peach Dress Girl is orgasmically happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wV0nuOJI/AAAAAAAAB70/v2dV1U31G94/s1600-h/GNR066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174407648332626066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88wV0nuOJI/AAAAAAAAB70/v2dV1U31G94/s400/GNR066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-3249195967775486610?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/3249195967775486610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=3249195967775486610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/3249195967775486610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/3249195967775486610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-9-reception.html' title='Part 9: the reception'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88xlEnuOQI/AAAAAAAAB8s/0R__AWLb7Lg/s72-c/GNR058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-7866276331443541976</id><published>2008-03-05T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:01:34.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 10: disaster</title><content type='html'>Hardly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those storm clouds I mentioned? Here comes the rain. Everybody panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88vlknuOII/AAAAAAAAB7s/wZb3yVPy7fo/s1600-h/GNR067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174406819403937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88vlknuOII/AAAAAAAAB7s/wZb3yVPy7fo/s400/GNR067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88u_EnuOHI/AAAAAAAAB7k/17smBaXK2VU/s1600-h/GNR068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174406157978974322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88u_EnuOHI/AAAAAAAAB7k/17smBaXK2VU/s400/GNR068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Fabio wannabe jumps through the cake. Completely unnecessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88uo0nuOGI/AAAAAAAAB7c/DPw1RP4-CeU/s1600-h/GNR069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174405775726884962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88uo0nuOGI/AAAAAAAAB7c/DPw1RP4-CeU/s400/GNR069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88ukUnuOFI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GErKnTsK7j8/s1600-h/GNR070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174405698417473618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88ukUnuOFI/AAAAAAAAB7U/GErKnTsK7j8/s400/GNR070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next thing you know Stephanie is dead. Axl and the gang are devastated. Slash is in too much pain to even button up his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88ucEnuOEI/AAAAAAAAB7M/neUW2K-3AIE/s1600-h/GNR071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174405556683552834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88ucEnuOEI/AAAAAAAAB7M/neUW2K-3AIE/s400/GNR071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mentioned that Stephanie’s face was perfectly symmetrical. To make sure everyone remembered that they put a mirror down the center of her casket so the mourners would say “Boy, she sure was symmetrical.” In my younger days I could never figure out what the deal was. Turns out it’s a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88uXknuODI/AAAAAAAAB7E/VY0HBm_IUcI/s1600-h/GNR072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174405479374141490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88uXknuODI/AAAAAAAAB7E/VY0HBm_IUcI/s400/GNR072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-7866276331443541976?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/7866276331443541976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=7866276331443541976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/7866276331443541976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/7866276331443541976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-10-disaster.html' title='Part 10: disaster'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88vlknuOII/AAAAAAAAB7s/wZb3yVPy7fo/s72-c/GNR067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-7866180567427868275</id><published>2008-03-05T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:00:07.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 11: the moral of the story</title><content type='html'>Stephanie’s rain death reveals the true meaning of this video. It’s a cautionary tale about the dangers of acid rain. And almost fifteen years before An Inconvenient Truth. Eat your heart our Al Gore. Notice how the color of the funeral bouquet subtly changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nfUnuOBI/AAAAAAAAB60/hzqu2I2VcIw/s1600-h/GNR073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174397915936733202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nfUnuOBI/AAAAAAAAB60/hzqu2I2VcIw/s400/GNR073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nZEnuOAI/AAAAAAAAB6s/5PymBI43cRI/s1600-h/GNR074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174397808562550786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nZEnuOAI/AAAAAAAAB6s/5PymBI43cRI/s400/GNR074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It represents global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Axl so sweaty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nS0nuN_I/AAAAAAAAB6k/3ZEwFYml_OQ/s1600-h/GNR075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174397701188368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nS0nuN_I/AAAAAAAAB6k/3ZEwFYml_OQ/s400/GNR075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it obvious? Global Warming! This is a real problem, people! And what are we doing about it? Does Guns n’ Roses need to reunite before we stand up and take notice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waitaminute…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nNknuN-I/AAAAAAAAB6c/oX_NIsA-_5U/s1600-h/GNR076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174397610994055138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nNknuN-I/AAAAAAAAB6c/oX_NIsA-_5U/s400/GNR076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wikipedia search reveals that the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;describes the misery of a former multiplatinum blues-influenced rock star, now so drunk and drug-addled he never knows what day it is, who reminisces over an on-and-off-again relationship. He leaves this erstwhile girlfriend a telephone message, becomes concerned when she doesn't answer, and then goes to her apartment, kicking down her door to find she had just shot herself in the head while listening to his music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I seem to have completely misinterpreted the whole point of the video. It’s not about global warming at all. Just the typical “sad-rock-star-dead-girlfriend” story. What a bunch of crap. This blog was needless. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-7866180567427868275?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/7866180567427868275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=7866180567427868275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/7866180567427868275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/7866180567427868275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-11-moral-of-story.html' title='Part 11: the moral of the story'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88nfUnuOBI/AAAAAAAAB60/hzqu2I2VcIw/s72-c/GNR073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3424217928495975529.post-5721097073034830176</id><published>2008-03-05T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:58:57.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 12: where are they now?</title><content type='html'>In 1993 Guns n’ Roses was the most popular band in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88b7knuN9I/AAAAAAAAB6U/N2YHWylquAQ/s1600-h/GNR077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174385207128504274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88b7knuN9I/AAAAAAAAB6U/N2YHWylquAQ/s400/GNR077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But that wasn’t enough for Axl. After Stephanie’s death he was inconsolable and took to showering with his clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88bcknuN7I/AAAAAAAAB6E/qhbu2c7_H60/s1600-h/GNR079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174384674552559538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88bcknuN7I/AAAAAAAAB6E/qhbu2c7_H60/s400/GNR079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he took time off from the band and poured his heart and soul into designing and marketing the “Air Axl” sneaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88bSEnuN6I/AAAAAAAAB58/-wZx8vRnBps/s1600-h/GNR080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174384494163933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88bSEnuN6I/AAAAAAAAB58/-wZx8vRnBps/s400/GNR080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes did not sell well at all. That was the last straw for Axl. While traveling on a cargo ship delivering the unsold shoes to third world countries, he threw himself over the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88bM0nuN5I/AAAAAAAAB50/l9ns8b0lB6I/s1600-h/GNR081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174384403969619858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88bM0nuN5I/AAAAAAAAB50/l9ns8b0lB6I/s400/GNR081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He survived the fall, but was savagely killed by a pack of angry dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88a6EnuN4I/AAAAAAAAB5s/ddlhsD65qBg/s1600-h/GNR082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174384081847072642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88a6EnuN4I/AAAAAAAAB5s/ddlhsD65qBg/s400/GNR082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Axl had been cloned at the height of his popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88aqknuN3I/AAAAAAAAB5k/LvE1pfpbQuU/s1600-h/GNR083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174383815559100274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88aqknuN3I/AAAAAAAAB5k/LvE1pfpbQuU/s400/GNR083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Axl clones have been working on a new album, “Chinese Democracy,” for years. Unfortunately creative disagreements between Axl #2 &amp;amp; Axl #3 and Axl’s Ghost have caused delay after delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88afEnuN2I/AAAAAAAAB5c/-s0JQ6JpJWc/s1600-h/GNR078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174383617990604642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88afEnuN2I/AAAAAAAAB5c/-s0JQ6JpJWc/s400/GNR078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly the album will come out this fall, which will inevitably lead to lawsuits over royalties (the Axl clones feel that they deserve more than the ghost since they're so much more corporeal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slash still travels the world performing awesome solos whenever the urge strikes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88aG0nuN0I/AAAAAAAAB5M/6GFexx56sZk/s1600-h/GNR084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174383201378776898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88aG0nuN0I/AAAAAAAAB5M/6GFexx56sZk/s400/GNR084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bass Player? Nobody cares about Bass Player, but in case you do want to know, his pancreas exploded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3424217928495975529-5721097073034830176?l=novembersuede.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/feeds/5721097073034830176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3424217928495975529&amp;postID=5721097073034830176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/5721097073034830176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3424217928495975529/posts/default/5721097073034830176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novembersuede.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-12-where-are-they-now.html' title='Part 12: where are they now?'/><author><name>B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04095187188894807317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/SV_Ppc5bHvI/AAAAAAAAFQo/3HOR6cxqkP8/S220/photo24444.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9905YV_pXSU/R88b7knuN9I/AAAAAAAAB6U/N2YHWylquAQ/s72-c/GNR077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
